Here and Now

Every Now and then Again and again In and after a wee while Where once something Made us feel A terrible sense of inner pain Eventually turns into a smile When enough time has been taken to heal Old wounds of an innocent young fool Not every time granted Over and over again Just in and after a wee while Old wounds have taken enough time To let one be enabled to remember That life must and does carry on regardless And doing so devoid of any possibility Of joy , happiness , laughing raising a smile Is neither in reality living in the Here or Now As technically you already Living and walking amongst the Dead The stuff of songs , painting and poems